Photo prompt by: Gail Stratford
Once again we have arrived at Friday Fictioneers, the place where the cost of visiting is a 100 word story based on a photo prompt supplied by the CEO of all things Fictioneer, Rochelle. If you click the link above you can get to the rest of Rochelle’s visitors and virtual story-tellers. If you read on you can read my newest Friday Fiction, THE ARRIVAL.
The Arrival
by JE Lillie
The world is still brown and dead. The grain is all but spent. The fences are broken here and there and so many of our older trees succumbed to the weight of the snow and the voice of the winter wind. My fields lie barren.
Yet there is much to do. The sap has run. The sugar is boiling down. The cattle are restless in the stalls to rout for those first tasty shoots of green grass that will come on the meadows. The apple trees are budding and once again I catch the smell of fresh manure on the fields. Spring is finally here!
Lillie-Put 
Perfectly said. Many people who embraced spring and the eventual awakening of the earth must have thought the exact same thing.
THanks so much for this, and for stopping by!
I love this. It’s so early spring: despair one moment and glee the next. 🙂
I was out driving yesterday and came through an area that was rather pungent. I couldn’t help but think to myslef. “Spring is in the air!”
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The smell of spring and the rising sap.. That’s when we are reborn.
At last: an upbeat FF submission!
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New life after the bleakness of winter. A great interpretation of the picture, and a reminder that not everything seemingly barren is dead.
Sometimes it is just the beginning of life,